Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing June of 44 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.